Ballgag Bandits Lyrics


Three outlaw daddies with expensive taste

The ball gag bandits need a bigger take

Safe deposit boxes filled with dildos and whips

Set to case the state's bank off an associate's tip

Niles, the crossdresser with safecracking skills

Bruce, the marksman baby with diapers to fill

Stefan, the leather daddy with the getaway truck

The three armed and prepped and ready to fuck

"Bruce, you know I need a new Gucci bag!"

Cries Niles as he dresses in drag

"Oh Niles, your taste in fashion I do quite deplore,

"But off Stefan's tip tonight you know we'll even the score!"

Shotguns readied as they kick the door in

Buckshot unloaded in a teller's quim

"That's just the first, ladies, if you don't tell us where

The vault is, don't want your blood to fuck up my hair!"

Three more are gunned down before they give up the codes

A couple more are blown away, teach them not to be bold

"The jig is up, faggots!" they hear from outside

It seems the local cops have finally arrived

"No need to be so homophobic," Stefan declares

"We're just getting started, cocksuckers, come upstairs!"

A whole SWAT team found dismembered and gangbanged

Choked to death on sperm or skullfucked, call them lame-brained

By the time backup arrived they were long gone

Their rampage wasn't over, this wasn't the bandits' swan song

Blacklights exposed to marked bills

Traces of semen found, evidence of the kills